the making of fine art

[fatfreepurses]

so what are the final standings

i grabbed your hand
i dont know what you said
you painted my smile
i drew upon your lips..
..and you colored outside of the lines

i liked the way you were going to touch me

you knew this was worth your time

i knew this was worth my heart

...and we are getting so good at this
i never noticed before..
how your hand trembles as much as mine

the silence is deafening
from the outside in
but its so loud in here..

is the sound of your heart..
..drowning out what could be heard of mine
or do they always beat the same
so we believe it is our own

these circumstances make the best of my heart
and your words have always found me
if you could just wrap your arms around me
i would never have known youd left

but the fool in me is gone..
and im left exposed..
wishing you to cover me
but there are some wounds that arent as simple to heal
and a few that i hoped would happen

..a letter you wrote
i try to read your heart..
..through what your hand has done
hoping my heart has ever sounded this becoming
you always say it was the best i could have said
i always say.. you were the best ive ever won

upon arrival..
my smile will never have burned hotter
and ill be waiting for it all along
when ive proved my heart to be worth it..
and you never wanted to say this day wouldnt be fair to me
if i agreed to what my heart was telling me
no..
no.

well.. some words.. they just arent as easy to find
but what i meant to say..
i know i would agree to wait time and time again..
when the smiles always came easier
than heartbreak could have left me with..
i never could have left you alone
i never could have left me on my own

i knew this was worth my time..
..you knew this was worth your heart